Jackie: A Tale of Perversity and Woe

I was reading a very old Harry Potter fanfic of mine, and this bit was towards the end:

“I am trying to make you see reason, Mr. Malfoy, whether you like it or not! One — one —” Snape took a deep breath. “One point from Slytherin!”

I gasped and drew back another step.

Snape burst into tears. “Are you happy now, Draco?” he sobbed. “See what you made me do?! Go! Get out of my sight!”

Oh, man. I seriously feel tempted to scan all 100 or so pages of this so you guys can read it and laugh at my seventh grade stupidity (Malfoy Records???). Maybe one day when I am really, really bored.

The illustrations that my friend Astrid did are still excellent, though, I will say.

IT WAS AWESOME.

Oh man, you guys. It was so great. I laughed, I almost cried -- seriously, is Pixar ever going to make a bad movie? I don't think so.

I also now feel incredibly guilty for having absolutely none of the toys from my childhood left (except Sigmund, my stuffed monkey). I had to get rid of all of them before we moved to Washington. :( At least they weren't thrown out, but still. I WANNA PLAY WITH MY OLD TOYYYSSSS

On the drive back home, me and my mom were talking about all my old toys, and my imaginary friend Mr. Chavoice, who lived in California and who I only ever talked to on the telephone. And thinking back on it, I had a lot of toys. I had over a hundred Barbies, probably a hundred Beanie Babies, two dollhouses, the entire Bernstein Bears stuffed animal collection, my AAH! REAL MONSTERS!, my Doug dolls... and even more than that. I was a pretty lucky kid. Even though I never got that kick-ass Barbie car thing. I think it's because I never got to drive that thing that I am reluctant to this day to get my driver's license.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD TOYS, FRIENDS

First, I wound up watching The Darjeeling Limited, and -- I'm not sure what I think about it. I think it's one of those movies you have to watch a couple of times to really appreciate. It's also the first Wes Anderson film I've ever seen, actually, so yeah. Jesus, and I want to go into the film industry!

Second, as I mentioned a couple of entries ago, I've been reading my old stuff on here. I've just reached my first couple of months at SVA, and it's kind of weird seeing how worried about money I was. I mean, obviously I'm still worried about money (although in a very different way!), yet I still manage to buy things I don't really need sometimes. Back then, though, I was freaking out if I had to take another trip on the train, and I only let myself spend $20 a week. What the hell happened? I would say that I'm spending more money now because I work at a mall, in a store that sells Things I Like, but when I was living in New York I walked around the city constantly and didn't buy a single goddamn thing that wasn't essential -- at least until I got the job at Target and that student refund.

Somewhere along the line, I lost my discipline.

Hahahaha oh my god you guys, I totally forgot about this site --

http://www.freewebs.com/ilurverocks/index.html

MEMORIES! XD

I love going through my old blogs and websites on the Internet; it's the web equivalent of reading your old journals and notebooks from middle school.

ENDLESS HILARITY

( Case in point. )

I was browsing through my old entries because there's nothing to do but I don't want to go to bed yet, and I came across posts where I was all excited about season 3 of Heroes, and we were all SO sure that season 3 was going to be better than season 2.

Ignorance is bliss, eh? *sigh* It's just so strange, too, because it really takes a lot for me to actively hate a TV show or a movie or what have you. I'm usually pretty easy to please, even though I may know intelluctually that it's not very good (see Bedazzled, the Bewitched movie with Nicole Kidman, etc). And although there are still some aspects of the show that I like, it's... it's just not my show anymore. This isn't the show I fangirled over obsessively for over a year. This isn't the show I would discuss for hours with skypipe the day after, and it's not the show I wrote copious amounts of fanfiction for. I don't know what the hell it is. And it makes me sad. I want my show back. I want to get excited about it again. I want to have my fandom back. I want that connection back; I need it. But it doesn't look like I'm going to get it.

(I know it's just a TV show, but still)